"Right. I'm first officer Lorek Gar- uh, well; Rek. I'm Rek." He cleared his throat. "Ensign Thorn, take the helm. Where do you want us heading, Jake...?" Rek asked with an implication for a last name. He had toglance at the side entrance as a voice filtered down.
"There's a whole bunch of..." the sailor walked onto the bridge "...bodies down the port side, looks like it was the chief security officer and his men." He stopped and dropped the table cloth to reveal a grouping of single shot rifles. Four in total. "They were armed so we relieved them of their weapons. And one of the bodies..." The soaked officer hesitated.
Rek's eyes picked out a dark copper coloured patch on the white uniform that seemed to be spreading.